surgical table designed for spinal surgery. Her red hair, striking against the white sheet covering the lower half of her body, was pulled to one side, revealing the nape of her neck. Her face was being cradled by the hole in the table.
In a panic to stop what was about to happen, I pounded on the door to distract the surgeons. One quickly looked up from the heart monitor he was observing. It was Michael Sanderson.
I reached for the door, but was lifted from the ground and carried away by multiple men. I kicked and fought, trying to get loose.
I yelled, “Michael! Michael!”
The burly men slammed me down onto a cold surface. My head connected with the metal, causing shards of light to flash before my eyes. James and David came into focus and hovered above me.
A sharp pain shot through my left arm. I looked down to see an IV being inserted into my arm. A warm sensation coursed up my arm and quickly blossomed into a wildfire throughout my body. Slowly, my body began to melt into the cold, hard table.
I tried to speak, but it only came out as long, drawn-out mumbles. I had just enough energy to roll my head in the direction of Corinna.
Michael Sanderson and Gabriel Griffin were beginning the procedure to remove her Copula and I couldn’t do anything about it. Michael took the scalpel in his latex-gloved hand and steadied it on Corinna’s neck. He hesitated only for a moment. Then, he slowly sliced along her nape.
My vision started to blur, and my eyes became heavy. I finally gave in to their intense weight, letting my eyes close.
I could still hear their voices. Suddenly, I heard the sounds of the scalpel dropping into a metal pan and a respirator starting up.
Is Corinna on life support?
I heard Michael curse, “Damn it!”
Something was going wrong. I tried to open my eyes. They opened enough to catch brief blurry images of surgeons working closely on her. Clarity and focus came to my vision all of a sudden. I saw an archaic-looking instrument propping open the nape of Corinna’s neck.
Michael’s hands were working slow and meticulously within the opening. “The scar tissue is too thick. I need to cut deeper in order to embed and attach the Copula. Gabriel?”
Gabriel passed Michael another scalpel. The heart rate monitor began beeping rapidly. Michael continued to work.
Gabriel turned to the monitor. “Michael, she is becoming hypertensive. You are cutting too deep. Stop!”
Michael pulled away, running his forearm across his sweating upper lip. He put the scalpel down and grabbed for the set of surgical pliers.
Gabriel grabbed hold of his arm. “Michael! You can’t remove it without killing her! Stop!”
I couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer. I continued to listen to the voices until they became muffled and then silent.
I woke with a metallic taste in his mouth. It was blood. My eyes opened slightly, revealing only a small sliver of light. I quickly closed my eyes as a sharp surge of pain shot through my eyes into my skull. I heard a familiar voice.
“He is waking up, Michael.”
I saw Gabriel hovering over me, then the room became dark again.
I slowly opened my eyes to see only the light of a small lamp on the other side of the room. Everything was blurry. I continued to blink to bring objects into better focus. I saw silhouettes of two people in the room with me.
I tried to move my arms to right myself, but I couldn’t. They were cuffed to a gurney. When I lifted my head to look at the figures again, a sharp pain shot up the back of my neck, spreading over my entire head.
I thought, What have they done to me?
I slowly lowered my head to the pillow. Then, Corinna popped into my mind. I wondered what they had done with her and if she had survived. I slowly shifted my eyes to the other side of the room. The other gurney was vacant.
I tried to move my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a puff of air being released from my dry lips. I tried to moisten them with my
In a panic to stop what was about to happen, I pounded on the door to distract the surgeons. One quickly looked up from the heart monitor he was observing. It was Michael Sanderson.
I reached for the door, but was lifted from the ground and carried away by multiple men. I kicked and fought, trying to get loose.
I yelled, “Michael! Michael!”
The burly men slammed me down onto a cold surface. My head connected with the metal, causing shards of light to flash before my eyes. James and David came into focus and hovered above me.
A sharp pain shot through my left arm. I looked down to see an IV being inserted into my arm. A warm sensation coursed up my arm and quickly blossomed into a wildfire throughout my body. Slowly, my body began to melt into the cold, hard table.
I tried to speak, but it only came out as long, drawn-out mumbles. I had just enough energy to roll my head in the direction of Corinna.
Michael Sanderson and Gabriel Griffin were beginning the procedure to remove her Copula and I couldn’t do anything about it. Michael took the scalpel in his latex-gloved hand and steadied it on Corinna’s neck. He hesitated only for a moment. Then, he slowly sliced along her nape.
My vision started to blur, and my eyes became heavy. I finally gave in to their intense weight, letting my eyes close.
I could still hear their voices. Suddenly, I heard the sounds of the scalpel dropping into a metal pan and a respirator starting up.
Is Corinna on life support?
I heard Michael curse, “Damn it!”
Something was going wrong. I tried to open my eyes. They opened enough to catch brief blurry images of surgeons working closely on her. Clarity and focus came to my vision all of a sudden. I saw an archaic-looking instrument propping open the nape of Corinna’s neck.
Michael’s hands were working slow and meticulously within the opening. “The scar tissue is too thick. I need to cut deeper in order to embed and attach the Copula. Gabriel?”
Gabriel passed Michael another scalpel. The heart rate monitor began beeping rapidly. Michael continued to work.
Gabriel turned to the monitor. “Michael, she is becoming hypertensive. You are cutting too deep. Stop!”
Michael pulled away, running his forearm across his sweating upper lip. He put the scalpel down and grabbed for the set of surgical pliers.
Gabriel grabbed hold of his arm. “Michael! You can’t remove it without killing her! Stop!”
I couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer. I continued to listen to the voices until they became muffled and then silent.
I woke with a metallic taste in his mouth. It was blood. My eyes opened slightly, revealing only a small sliver of light. I quickly closed my eyes as a sharp surge of pain shot through my eyes into my skull. I heard a familiar voice.
“He is waking up, Michael.”
I saw Gabriel hovering over me, then the room became dark again.
I slowly opened my eyes to see only the light of a small lamp on the other side of the room. Everything was blurry. I continued to blink to bring objects into better focus. I saw silhouettes of two people in the room with me.
I tried to move my arms to right myself, but I couldn’t. They were cuffed to a gurney. When I lifted my head to look at the figures again, a sharp pain shot up the back of my neck, spreading over my entire head.
I thought, What have they done to me?
I slowly lowered my head to the pillow. Then, Corinna popped into my mind. I wondered what they had done with her and if she had survived. I slowly shifted my eyes to the other side of the room. The other gurney was vacant.
I tried to move my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a puff of air being released from my dry lips. I tried to moisten them with my
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